Once there was light,
When long gray days receeded,
And the sun's warm rays touched
The edges of my life;
When this homeless rock was captured
By intense gravity,
That tugged at it's core
And flung it 'round
with dizzying fury;
When all possible futures
Were unsure
And hope was bright,
though fleeting.
Once there was light,
No more. . . .
Cold gray days are returning
The tragedy of trajectory.
